Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

Jiang Wu was taken to the depths of the woods by the clown, a duplex wooden house that seemed to have just been built.

Open the door and enter, the room is full of quaint woody fragrance, faint, if there is nothing.

The floor is covered with a thick wine-red carpet, and two carved mahogany sofas are placed side by side against the wall.

Jiang Wu originally thought that the clown's residence would be some kind of dirty and messy abandoned old house, but now that he really arrived at the place, he was relieved, and his heart that had been carrying it all along fell back.

The house is not big, but it has all internal organs.

The clown seems to have good taste, and the layout of the furniture and decorations feels refreshing.

The inner wall is entirely composed of hollow wooden windows with latticework. Moonlight shines in from the outside and falls on the small bamboo table in front of the window, like a layer of hoarfrost.

The two corners of the bamboo table are next to shaded potted plants. On the table is a heavy basket of fruit. The bread has not yet been sliced, but it is placed whole on a porcelain plate. There is a brown teapot with two small cups beside it.

The bamboo table is low, so the small bamboo chairs that go with it are also low.Still only two.

A parchment lantern and wind chimes hung on the ceiling. The wind outside the window jingled and the sound was very crisp.

Jiang Wu was dry and thirsty, and his body was covered in mud. He was so dirty that he urgently needed a bath.

"Do you have a bathroom?" Jiang Wu looked at him carefully and asked.

The clown stepped forward, and suddenly reached out and pushed the man onto the sofa.

Jiang Wu did not guard against this, and when he fell over, he accidentally hit a large vase that was as tall as a person next to him, and the vase fell directly at an angle, hitting the carpet with a muffled sound.

He turned his head and looked at it, but it was not broken.

The clown took out a small notebook from the pocket of the overalls splattered with blood and mud, brushed a few strokes, then tore it off and pasted it on the man's forehead.

Jiang Wu tore off the note, and there was a number on it - 100 million.

Isn't it broken?

The clown ignored the fallen vase, turned around and went straight out of the cabin.

Jiang Wu went to help the vase up and patted it, it was quite heavy.

He walked to the door again and looked outside. The clown was fetching water, and there was a big wooden bucket for bathing beside it. It was so big that it could hold two people.

The clown moved quickly, bucket after bucket of water was pulled up from the well, and the big wooden bucket was filled up in a few strokes.

The clown picked up the barrel and walked towards the house with ease, like holding a large plastic toy.

When he stepped on the wooden ladder, the floor sank, making a groan that could not bear the weight.

I can finally take a shower.

Jiang Wuxin let go, and took a few steps back into the room to let the clown in.

lb!

The clown put down the barrel, and the water in it splashed out, leaving mountain-like marks on the floor, some of which even wet the clown's skirt, but he didn't care.

Turning around, striding towards Jiang Wu.

"Well, I'll do it myself." Jiang Wu quickly unbuttoned his shirt when the clown's hand reached out to him.

He took off his clothes and revealed a healthy male body.

He is not thin, his shoulders are broad, and he has all the muscles he should have. Because he has been wearing a uniform and suit all year round, his skin is very white, and the black mud spots on his head are very abrupt.

Jiang Wu lowered his head and began to untie his belt. His trousers were stained with mud and were very heavy. Before he could pull them off, they fell to the ground spontaneously.

He bent down, took off his leather shoes and socks, piled them together, took out two bare feet from them, and walked to the wooden barrel in a few steps.

Just as he was about to step in, the clown stopped him with his hand.

Jiang looked over in doubt.

[Don't take off your panties? ] asked the clown.It is still written on paper for him to read.

Jiang Wu: "I like to bathe in underwear."

fake.

In fact, there was one more person watching, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Just imagine, the scene of bathing with bare buttocks in front of others is too shameful.

The clown stared fixedly at Jiang Wu with no expression on his face.

His eyes were painted with black paint into four-sided diamond shapes, and the silver eyelids almost blended with the whites of the eyes. When he looked at a person without blinking, there was a sense of funny horror.

That feeling is very contradictory.

Jiang Wu braced himself and stepped into the barrel.

The water was so cold that he shivered violently.

Gritting his teeth and sitting down, the water level rose slowly, just below his chest.

He sat stiffly in the bathtub, and waited for his body to adapt to the water temperature, then picked up the water and began to wash off the mud adhering to his skin.

The clown stood behind, silently staring at Jiang Wu's undulating shoulders.

The substantial gaze was twisted on him, making people feel uncomfortable like thorns.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes and rubbed the mud mechanically. His body was numb from the cold and his fingers lost feeling.

He was waiting, waiting for the clown to leave.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps finally sounded behind him.

But it is approaching here.

The soft texture of the leather case pressed against his shoulders, and slowly went down along the line of the shoulder blades...

"I've finished washing." When that hand was about to touch his chest, Jiang Wu suddenly stood up, turned sideways, and took advantage of the situation to block the clown's arm.

"Do you have clean clothes? Lend me to wear them." He stepped out of the barrel, and the water droplets on his body were affected by gravity and fell against his skin.

Some got caught by the elastic side of the panties, and some rolled all the way to the floor in wet dots of various sizes.

The clown didn't answer, his thin round pupils were fixed on his chest for a few seconds, and his left hand, which had been knocked away before, was eagerly raised again.

Jiang Wu's face darkened, and he opened the hand halfway through.

Because through the holster, the clown didn't hurt, not to mention the man didn't use much strength.

He was stunned, pinched the sticky note and scribbled down a line, and handed it to Jiang Wu: [Why don't you let me touch you? ]

"You give me clothes first."

Clown: [Is it possible to touch the clothes? ]

Jiang Wu smiled: "Yes." This person seemed a little silly.

The clown turned around, dragged out a wooden box from the corner, opened it, and inside were neatly folded clean clothes.

He took out one of the sets, put it under his nose and sniffed it first, it was very clean, and it smelled like sunshine after a long time of drying.

After closing the wooden box again, the clown walked back to the man, but his hand holding the clothes hesitated, as if he was worried about something.

Jiang Wu just took a cold shower, and stood naked for so long, it was a bit too much for him.

He couldn't wait for the clown to hand it over, and reached out to take the clothes that the other party was holding like a baby in his arms.

The clown's fingers holding onto the clothes froze, and he held on tightly to prevent Jiang Wu from taking it away.

"Let go." Jiang Wu didn't have much strength, but he was afraid of tearing the clothes by force, so he loosened his strength and held the clothes vaguely.

The clown seemed to regret it, grabbed his clothes back and walked towards the wooden box again.

"Do you still want to touch your chest?" Behind him came a deep and magnetic voice.

The clown paused.

"Give me the clothes." Jiang Wu walked over and reached for the clothes again.

This time, the clothes arrived in his hands smoothly.

A base white vest, blue and white plaid shirt, gray boxer briefs, blue jeans that have been washed white, and even socks.

Jiang Wu put one piece on his body. Surprisingly, it fit very well, without any restraint or loose feeling.

However, the clown's figure was similar to him, so Jiang Wu thought it was the clown's clothes, so he wasn't too surprised.

There was a pair of wooden clogs in the corner of the wooden house, and the size was also very suitable for his feet. Jiang Wu put on them without treating himself as an outsider at all.

Perhaps it was the victory of the brief confrontation just now, which made him feel that this scary-looking weirdo was actually quite easy to fool.

Jiang Wu became more courageous, sat on the small bamboo chair, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Because the chair was too short, his legs couldn't step on the ground at all, so he could only stretch forward and lean back against the back of the chair, using it as a reclining chair.

The bamboo chair is quite solid, and it didn't even scream when such a heavy body was pressed down.

The expected crunching sound of falling apart did not appear.

Jiang Wu felt relieved, picked up the teacup and moistened his throat first, the thirst that had been neglected before was immediately awakened by this little water.

The teacup was too small, so Jiang Wu could only pick up the teapot and pour it directly to his mouth.

The temperature of the water was just right, and he gulped. At the beginning, because he poured it too quickly, part of the tea overflowed the corner of his mouth, crawled along his chin, past the throbbing Adam's apple, and finally was absorbed by the round neck of the sweater.

Jiang Wuzheng was drinking happily, but the water bottle in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

The clown's eyes met his, and there were two rows of wet marks on his face, which stretched down from the corners of his eyes, like tears after crying.

Jiang Wu remembered that the clown didn't have these two water marks on his face before.

The clown's lips moved a few times, leaned over, and slowly approached him.

The funny facial makeup was enlarged in front of his eyes, Jiang Wu looked at it, couldn't hold back, and sprayed water droplets on the opponent's face.

"Sorry." Jiang Wu rubbed his face with his hands, but the oil paint was wiped away, and the red and black were mixed together, and the more he rubbed, the dirtier he was.

What the fingers feel is the uneven texture of the scars, which is very obvious.

Jiang Wu stopped wiping, stared at the ugly scars, and asked in a strange way: "Does it hurt?"

The clown's pupils shrank suddenly, almost the size of a pinhole.

He stood up abruptly, knocked his knees to the edge of the table, and almost knocked the whole bamboo table off with a bang.

Thanks to Jiang Wu who held it down in time.

The clown didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He turned his back and used his hands to pluck off the pink and blue tangled messy hair on top of his head, using them to cover his ugly eyebrows and nose.

"I don't mean to offend." Jiang Wu was afraid that the clown might misunderstand, so he quickly defended himself.

Weird people have untouchable points, and he is afraid of stepping on the opponent's minefield.

In case the clown becomes mad because of this, the unarmed self will suffer.

The clown didn't say a word, he pushed open the small door on the east side of the wooden house, walked in, and closed it with his backhand.

Jiang Wu was a little hungry, and he felt more at ease when the clown wasn't around.

Withdrawing his gaze, he pulled some bread and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. It was quite soft, but tasteless.

He had to go to the doorless kitchen on the west side, trying to find something to add flavor.

Unexpectedly, this larger place is equipped with a gas stove and an electric oven with two ovens.

The huge refrigerator takes up almost a third of the space.

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